Okay, I'm officially a slacker.
Nearly a month between posts? I know that by now my 3 devoted readers have probably given up on Fanfare From The Common Wombat and moved on to greener blog pastures. But, if I still have your attention, allow me to apologize from the heart of my bottom, as they say.
Now, on to some serious bloggage. Stuff that you need to know about.
1) I had been shaving my oversized noggin, but lately I've taken to just trimming it, so that I constantly have maybe a quarter to a half inch of fuzz up there. It looks better, I think, than the completely bald head, and I just like the way it feels when I rub it. However, I have discovered that I am somewhat deficient at the manly art of trimming your own fuzz. Every time I do it, I miss some conspicuous spot, and Sal always has to alert me (hours later) that I've been walking around looking like a dork with a hunk of longer hair sticking out the side of my head.
Why am I sharing this info? Just in the spirit of brotherhood, my friend. There's no moral to this story, except maybe that if you have someone who can trim your head for you, you'd be well-advised to have them do so. Because no matter how many mirrors you have configured about your bathroom, the back of your head is one big blind spot.
2) One of the reasons for my prolonged absence from the blog is that I suffered a huge computer meltdown a few weeks ago that resulted in me losing all the info on 2 of my 3 hard drives (Lost: all my artwork. Saved: my porn. Go figure.) and my being completely out of commission for about 2 weeks. It sucked.
I will say this about the whole ordeal. I should be fed up and cursing my computer and its faulty hard drives, but after all the mess, I have but one thing on my lips: God bless Dell customer support. I mean it. I've dealt with a lot of crappy tech support, incompetent help, and outsourced indian folk reading off a screen, and I have to tell you that the people at Dell were awesome. I spoke to 3 different tech people over the course of my ordeal, and all 3 of them were intelligent, helpful people who took the time and effort to walk me through all the diagnosis and repair I had to do. Consider this my ringing endorsement: Dude, you're getting a dell.
3) Sally keeps making me look at her poops. Especially when they are impressively long. This disturbs me, but not as much as you might think it would. We're just strange people.
Okay, I'll leave you with that image to keep you up at night. I swear I'll try to write again before another month goes by.
Nearly a month between posts? I know that by now my 3 devoted readers have probably given up on Fanfare From The Common Wombat and moved on to greener blog pastures. But, if I still have your attention, allow me to apologize from the heart of my bottom, as they say.
Now, on to some serious bloggage. Stuff that you need to know about.
1) I had been shaving my oversized noggin, but lately I've taken to just trimming it, so that I constantly have maybe a quarter to a half inch of fuzz up there. It looks better, I think, than the completely bald head, and I just like the way it feels when I rub it. However, I have discovered that I am somewhat deficient at the manly art of trimming your own fuzz. Every time I do it, I miss some conspicuous spot, and Sal always has to alert me (hours later) that I've been walking around looking like a dork with a hunk of longer hair sticking out the side of my head.
Why am I sharing this info? Just in the spirit of brotherhood, my friend. There's no moral to this story, except maybe that if you have someone who can trim your head for you, you'd be well-advised to have them do so. Because no matter how many mirrors you have configured about your bathroom, the back of your head is one big blind spot.
2) One of the reasons for my prolonged absence from the blog is that I suffered a huge computer meltdown a few weeks ago that resulted in me losing all the info on 2 of my 3 hard drives (Lost: all my artwork. Saved: my porn. Go figure.) and my being completely out of commission for about 2 weeks. It sucked.
I will say this about the whole ordeal. I should be fed up and cursing my computer and its faulty hard drives, but after all the mess, I have but one thing on my lips: God bless Dell customer support. I mean it. I've dealt with a lot of crappy tech support, incompetent help, and outsourced indian folk reading off a screen, and I have to tell you that the people at Dell were awesome. I spoke to 3 different tech people over the course of my ordeal, and all 3 of them were intelligent, helpful people who took the time and effort to walk me through all the diagnosis and repair I had to do. Consider this my ringing endorsement: Dude, you're getting a dell.
3) Sally keeps making me look at her poops. Especially when they are impressively long. This disturbs me, but not as much as you might think it would. We're just strange people.
Okay, I'll leave you with that image to keep you up at night. I swear I'll try to write again before another month goes by.
posted by CommonWombat at 11:11 PM
3 Comments:
that poop thing got me giggling. Lottie is now potty trained, and she loves to explain to me what shape her crap takes upon exiting her little system. Wearing diapers, one doesn't see a poop until it kaploops into the potty and one can stand back and take a good gander at it. This fascinates our young daughter -- "It's a mailbox one, Mommy!" "It's an ice cream!" "It's a little one AND a big one!" Then she waves fondly to it as it makes its way round and round the drain, saying, "It's goin' home!" Next movie by Pixar: "The Nemo-Shaped Shit!" Love, yer blog readin' Dog Butt
The thought of Lottie seeing shapes in her poops the way that you or I might see them in clouds just fills my heart with joy. Maybe there is hope for humanity after all.
The thought of Lottie seeing shapes in her poops the way that you or I might see them in clouds just fills my heart with joy. Maybe there is hope for humanity after all.
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